09-28-2011, 09:58 PM
Shiloh was tired of being sick. Saxif had been making her eat and she had been having trouble keeping solid food down. After a month of not eating, solid food made her sick and she often threw it back up. So after finding out that she had been throwing up, Saxif had been making her soups and had been cutting her food up in little pieces so she could eat them without any worries. Shiloh knew she looked bad, her body to thin to even look like a wolf and her marred skin looked worse now that her stomach had healed. She knew she needed help.
On this particular day Shiloh had been trying to walk and getting frustrated because of the pain she was feeling. She hurt, her ankle and her shoulder throbbing. She wanted to become stronger, learn how to take care of herself. Saxif could only do so much and Shiloh knew she needed emotional help as much as she did. She managed to make it to the porch and said herself down on the steps again. She knew someone would come by... or at least she hoped someone would come by and help her. A doctor maybe. She needed to get her ankle checked bad. Would no one in d'Art help her?
On this particular day Shiloh had been trying to walk and getting frustrated because of the pain she was feeling. She hurt, her ankle and her shoulder throbbing. She wanted to become stronger, learn how to take care of herself. Saxif could only do so much and Shiloh knew she needed emotional help as much as she did. She managed to make it to the porch and said herself down on the steps again. She knew someone would come by... or at least she hoped someone would come by and help her. A doctor maybe. She needed to get her ankle checked bad. Would no one in d'Art help her?